Smudge whistled a merry tune on her way to the Phoenix Tavern. The bounce in her step caused her dark hair to swish behind her as she walked.

Sharp green eyes caught a glint of gold in the mud of the street, mired in the heel of a boot print. She stooped and fished out a bright coin, grinning to herself. "I see Olladra hasn't abandoned me entirely." She chuckled to herself, flipping the coin into the air and catching it before slipping it away into a pocket. It would buy a round of drinks or two for her friends tonight.

A few minutes later, and she was trotting up the ramp toward her usual spot at the long table. She smiled when she saw the familiar wolf, and reached out to scratch its ears.

Whisper looked over her shoulder when she heard footsteps, a happy bark would sound through the tavern when she recognised the halfling.

Whisper's tail swung happily from left to right and vice versa when Smudge pet her behind her ear. She bounced through the upper section and ran across the long tables. Barking at the halfling that pet her, she then plopped her behind on the ground before Smudge and she tilted her head to the side with an almost grin-like expression on her face.

Whispers blinked. Trouble? My word! I never cause trouble! I only encounter them... With a soft sigh she then slowly walks after Smudge, making a soft muttering sound, going "humhumhumhumhum". She slowly wanders off to the edge and plops down, her head head would hang over the edge and her tail would swing from left to right as she seem to look at the people below in the tavern,

Whisper glances over at the two at the long table every so often but for some reason she finds the people down below far more interesting. Especially the drunk guy at the bar below, he was right now her favorite, she watched him with a grin-like expression on her wolfish face as the drunken man yelled at the bartender for another beer, while he was incapable of sitting on his stool at the bar at this point.

Versatillas eyed the dog suspiciously as it ran back and forth across the tables. "Trouble is a polite word for something so well... behaved. Where is your owner little one?"

Versatillas leaned down to peer at the dog, looking to the tables again. "I don't imagine Cog is all THAT understanding, even compared to the rabble rousing downstairs." He peered at the animal as if expecting an answer, still bent over and trying to make eye contact so that there was no mistake as to whom was being addressed.

'Trouble is a polite word for something so well...behaved. Where is your owned little one?" Whisper heard Versatillas ask her and she looked at him, pulling herself from the ground to move over to him, sitting right in front of him and she looked at him with a rather amused .

She saw Versatillas peer down at her. 'I don't Imagine Cog is THAT understanding, even to the rabble rousing downstairs.'

If Versatillas looked closely he would notice she wears no collar of any kind. Her grey-ish fur would be well taken care of and it would be obvious that they were looking at a wolf, not a dog here since she was larger then the common dog but just as friendly.

Whisper couldn't help but let out a chuckle as the male peered down at her, lowering himself to make eye contact. Should I? Or should I not? She thought to herself, softly making a sort of snickering sound and she let out a bark. Then her wet, wolf tongue would go "slurb" over his face!

How is that for an answer, handsome? She snickered, to the outside world would clearly show that she was highly amused by this. Her tail swung left and right of amusement and she tilted her head to the side with curious eyes now looking at him.

Time seemed slower to Elandethas as he walked down the muddy road towards the Inn. Stopping every so often at kiosks in the marketplace. Detouring his original path more then once, taking joy in the rain. Taking every single back alley he could, twist and turn to the place he was seeking out.

A twisted grin pulling across his face slowly as he stopped directly across from the wooden door of the inn. Gripping the handle of the door he pulled it ajar and slipped inside the darkened inn. Considering it was cloudy outside, the light was not much different so his eyes adjusted quite fast. A warmth pervaded the place and the smell of alcoholic beverages flooded his nostrils.

Slipping off to the side of the doorway he began to scan the crowd within. The usual patrons could be seen dotting the inn and its many seat's. Though some seemed to have gathered near the brawling pit for what had obviously been a interesting show of force.

Before searching with more vigor, he decided it was best to procure a drink. Slowly making his way to the bar he set down several coins upon the counter. The tender took notice quite quickly and moved over to scrape them off the counter into his hand. Asking "What would you like?"

"Hmmm, mead." Elandethas replied with a warm smile. Nodding his head as the bartender grabbed up a mug from the underbar, bringing it over to a large barrel with a bronze tap. With a slight turn of his wrist he opened it, the light-gold fluid filled the mug quite quickly. At which point the tender closed the tap and handed Elan the mug.

A quick swig was then needed before he could bother with walking from the bar. Enjoying the taste of the semi-sweet alcohol. Turning now to the inn to begin searching for his compatriots who most likely have taken seat towards the back, away from the crowd.

The color drained from Versatillas' face as the wolf slobbered all over him. He looked unnaturally still and coldly mortified as he took in what just happened. Slowly he regained his composure as flashes of puzzlement, anger and then amusement played across his face. His body tensing and then releasing the tension as the emotions rose and fell with his moods.

"No owner then, I take it?" making note of the lack of color and the enthusiasm at which the wolf seemed to take him in. "You can stay with me as long as you never do that again." His tone was bland and steady as though he planned to offer no room for argument.

"You entertain me, dog. You can come and sit by me, if Cog asks I'll tell him you're with me... and I'm talking to a dog." He trailed off and then shook his head to himself before hailing down to Cog for a new drink.

Whisper gasped, that was highly unpleasant! Her tongue then rolled out and brushed against her teeth as if it was trying to get rid of the taste that the slobbering left in her mouth. Though with a certain amusement she looked at the mixture of emotions now dancing all over his face, she couldn't help but snicker a little.

Oh, how she loved to do that to people. Well, only with the knowledge that she could always outrun them.

"No owner then I take it?" She heard him say after he finally cooled down to his natural, cool, indifferent facial setting. "You can stay with me as long as you never do that again."

Yeah, fat chance. She thought with a grinlike expression on her face.

Yes! You are talking with a...wait...I am a wolf! Whisper then looked at him,. a bit insulted by the word "dog" so she barked at him once. Though now she wished she did not slobbered all over his face, what does he put on his face?

Her face then looked at him questionally, her eyes inspected his face to see if she might discover if he put something on his face or if he just naturally taste this nasty

((Sorry, crazy busy with finals, hopefully I've not been hanging this up. Freedom until the 14th of Jan now though at least!))

Nothing out of the ordinary shown on Versatillas face. No cream or other makeup could be seen or smelled. Just the pervasive smell of flowers and the lingering knowledge of that awful taste.

Versatillas turned from the wolf and stepped off the ledge, floating slowly like a feather would two stories down and dozens of feet across the tavern to the bartop where Cog waited with his new drink.

The drow took it, telling the Warforged bartender to put it on his tab and took a small sip. Grinning widely, "Cog, perfect as always."

Turning from the bar Versatillas took slow steps back up towards the Fellowship's usual table and retook his former seat.

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